Thursday, December 22, 2005
poem.
enough said.
every hurtful word u utter,
is like a slit across my wrist,
its heartrending to know,
the pain i feel- wont cease.
undoubtedly i would face it,
but yet silence my agony,
till when would it end?
it is weak-the soul in me.
every phrase that hurts my mind,
keeps repeating, kills me slow,
repeats, very clear still,
they never ever go.
rai~
2:57 AM
lakuyula.=)
